It was just Hades’ little insurance policy to make sure they both came before the bath overflowed, really. Owing entirely to the thinness of the wall between the two, he could feel everything he was doing with his tentacle against his own cock. They’d never done this in Amaurot, but this was so delectably perverted and intimate—

Hades keened, not wanting to come before Prometheus. They way he clenched on him was so delicious when he did, after all— And, oops, he was imagining it too vividly. He accidentally threw himself over the edge, legs and abs spasming as he shot inside, losing control of the tentacle as it squirmed with ecstasy inside of Prometheus. He muffled himself into Prometheus’ shoulder, tears pricking at his eyes from the sheer intensity of it.